THE SKY IS LOW

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Artist: jpt 

The sky is low, the clouds are mean, 
A traveling flake of snow 
A cross a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day 
How someone treated him; 
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
 Author: Emily Dickinson <bgsound src="flowers.mid" loop="true" autostart="true" hidden="true">

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